Taura was resting while waiting, but she was doing so at full alert, and she was watching. But she had put the wall at her back to remove an entire hemisphere from requiring observation, and her eyes were on her fellow prisoners as they passed by. An explosion might have jolted her from the wall, but not a mild chill. She bounced a little on the balls of her feet to kick a little more blood through her veins, and held position.

The body the Institute had provided Taura with had merely exceptional hearing; the whisper of strands of hair was lost amidst the occasional shoulder-stretch and rustle of her own loose braid.

Was her flashlight dimming a little? It, too, got a shake, though this one less effective. It still threw enough light for her to see, and if it dimmed more she could always switch it off when no-one was around.

Touch, hearing, sight; each with a logical, sensible explanation. She did not consider the remaining possibilities -- that her senses were lying to her, or that there was something in the hall that did not lend itself to sensible explanations.